His Second Bride:Illegitimate

Chapter 11:Bastard Child

Chapter 11: Bastard Child

POV Ivory Costello

A w***e was what I had been tagged as, I could not help but keep the feeling of being judged and claimed as someone who I am not. The King had given me the name which I cannot dare to forget, the pounding on my door had stopped; I had heard he had left for a meeting, but I could not take the risk and fall into his trap.

Elijah. I could swear the two men looked nothing like each other, whereas, King Ezra was ruthless and arrogant. Elijah, On the other hand, was more of a rose but I would not know as a rose may be beautiful with its vibrant colours and intoxicating scent, but it had poisonous thorns which could prick you.

I could not help but assume Elijah to reflect King Ezra, but I was not a person to judge someone by its cover of back ground. From who I met at the ball room, Elijah was a very sweet man someone who I can see being friends with. His taste in music and the love in instrument made me want to think of him differently, but he was silent as if terrified of his own brother.

I found it rather pleasant sitting all alone to finally have time to myself, without having a certain king stalking me around as if I am a prey.

"Can I come in?” The voice of Elijah came from the outside of the closed door, my head turned looking at the closed door and the light knock on it. I didn't know if it was even sensible to allow Elijah into her chamber, it could become bad news for her if King Ezra found out.

To hell with what he says.

To hell with how he reacts.

"I understand if you won't-"I rolled my eyes as he rambled on, unlocking the door I shoved it open as I loud 'thud' was heard before a long 'bang' was heard. Narrowing my eyebrows in confusion, I shoved my head out of the small gap only to find Elijah on the floor rubbing his forehead and groaning.

"My apologies, are you hurt? “I questioned, I squeezed myself out from the small gap on the door and extended my hands to Elijah.

"If I grab it will instantly begin a new friendship. “He spoke, I thought about it and having a friend in a castle full of people who hate you. A friend was what I need.

"Fine. “I chuckled, as he grabbed my hands shaking our palms together before helping him up.

"I'm sorry I didn't defend you, Brother can be..."He pauses lost in thoughts,

"Insolent, Impolite, Callous." I gave him a list of an adjective; the hatred was nothing less to hide.

"Good to know how you find so much words to describe me. "The voice instantly angered me, the man who dared to call me a 'w***e' who could be so insensitive about other emotions and feelings.

"I still have a long list, King Ezra.” I spoke, I glared at him angrily. He scoffed and clenched his jaws.

"You’re a dictionary which never ends.” He spoke, he did not look at all surprise by my words and it was as if he had expected it to come.

"Ah. Elijah, where were we before we were rudely interrupted?” I asked informing the angry glare which was being thrown my way, if glares could kill I was sure to be dead and buried six-foot underground. Probably buried alive.

I watched Elijah shift uncomfortably, I could see the uneasiness in his eyes. Was he terrified of his own brother; I had no idea. And something told me I had two choices either to make him say the truth of leave it as it is not my business; then again King Ezra made me involve in his business by marrying me. Maybe not legally but still I am his second wife: Illegitimate bride.

"ELIJAH...You have to guard the basement. Go." Elijah was frozen in thoughts, King Ezra's words becoming completely deaf in his ears.

"GO!” Startled he rushed away giving me a single look of apology, I frowned but turned around to walk back into my chamber.

"When will you stop being a puta (w***e)?"He spat out, I knew exactly what that unusual word meant being in a mafia meant learning different languages to help you when needed, but this was painful.

"I am not legally wedded to you. I can love or have an affair with anyone you cannot control me." I spat out, I had no intention of leading Elijah's friendship into the second stage, I was still this man’s even if it was unwillingly.

"We may not have registered in a paper, but we have vowed in front of god and many witnesses, I will not let a bastard child ruin my reputation.” He hissed, and my eyes widened it felt as my eyes were going to pop out.

He had no respect, not just for me but for any women. He openly called me a bastard child the term used for Illegitimate child.

That who I was!

Who I was recognised for!

It hurt that was no lie, and this was the painfullest word I have heard in my life and it was the truth of my identity. Of who I really was? I wished my mother was alive, protecting me from the evil eye of society. Someone to stand up for me when I could not.

"Tell me something I don't know.” I spoke emotionlessly, I did not dare to show my emotions and how much his words were shattering me inside another new word in the dictionary of my identity.

He spoke no more as I turned and slammed the door of my chamber behind sliding down the wooden door I released my tears and I cried like no other day I have.

Not even when I killed my own best friend.

'You deserve the wrath, Ivory is no women she kills in blind sight.’ My subconscious spoke, I scowled at my mind.